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"Best graduation present ever," she said, sipping on a glass of champagne.
"I was hoping you'd like it."
"Like it?! It's going to be difficult for me to go home. Quantico awaits, though."
"Well, we can enjoy the time you're not a student."
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're trying to tempt me to stay out."
"While I won't deny the idea of keeping you safe has merit, you'd hate me if I tried to stop you."
"I'm perfectly capable of keeping myself safe, Will."
"I know that, but I still maintain you don't know what you're signing up for aiming for Jack's unit."
It still blew her away that he was on first name basis with Director Crawford.
He'd given her a seven-day Caribbean cruise as a graduation gift. Neither of them had any family ties to keep them anywhere. It was the most lavish thing she had experienced.
Even here, though, he didn't go shirtless when other guys did near the pool. It drove her kind of crazy, but she was trying to get used to it. Accept it.
There were nights when he'd passed out over the past few months that she thought about looking to see what he was trying so hard to keep hidden from her. In the end she couldn't betray his trust like that.
"Well if I finally agree with you then you can tell me you told me so."
"I will gladly do so, too."
She laughed. "I bet you will."
It went unsaid that if she got to the point of agreeing with him she may not live to tell about it.
"I noticed you said if not when."
"Will, I don't know what happened to you. You've never said and I try to respect your wishes not to talk about it and press you on it. I do know that not everyone leaves feeling the way you do. So, it can't be completely bad."
"You may be right."
She set her flute down completely for the first time in a while. It wasn't often that she had access to good champagne. She was a college student after all, so she was enjoying this stuff.
"You're agreeing with me?"
"I'm admitting you may be right. Not everyone has the bitter taste in their mouths I do."
"You got some sun today," he said, grazing her cheek with his thumb.
"I did. I laid out for a while when you were gambling."
"Wearing the two-piece number I spotted in your suitcase?"
"Play your cards right, Will Graham, and I may let you see my tan lines."
His lips quirked into a smile. "Oh really? I look forward to that."
"Good," she said, tugging on his tie to draw him close enough to kiss. "I look forward to it, too."
She still got a complex at times from the fact she'd to this point not done anything sexual to or for him other than hand jobs.
Listening to some of her girlfriends talk, she was actually pretty lucky. Some would get oral done to them only if they did it to the guy first (or simultaneously). And sometimes the guy wouldn't give back.
While it was a bit frustrating, she knew she could do far worse as man problems went. He was fantastic with his fingers and tongue. There was something to be said for those skills.
He was kind to her, generous as he could be, and despite a sadness and pain that never completely left his eyes he could be funny, too. She hoped her father would like him if he was alive.
And her mom?
She had no memories of her at all. So it rarely, if ever, entered her mind to wonder about things like that. She assumed her mom would want her to be happy, and she was. She'd graduated from college and been accepted to the FBI despite the odds.
"What would you like to do now?" she asked.
"I think I read there's a magician performing."
"You want to sit through that?"
"Why not? We're here, may as well enjoy all of the perks."
"If you're sure."
"You don't think I would like a magic show?"
"I don't know, I guess. We don't go to magic shows or anything like it usually."
"Well, I guess I can try and make a habit of it. I didn't know it was a big deal to you."
"It's not a big deal, but once in a while I think I'd like that."
"No pressure, but I'd enjoy a formal date once in a while."
"Unless you had something other than the magic show in mind."
"I have lots of things in mind, Clarice. They can wait until later."
"You assume when they turn out the lights I'll be leaving with you," she said saucily.
"I do assume so, yes."
"You're probably safe in that assumption."
He ran a hand along her thigh, fingertips pushing the hem of her skirt up a bit so he could touch her bare thigh thanks to the stockings she wore. Her breath caught a bit at the touch.
"That's good because I love that song and I can't wait to get you behind closed doors."
She was tempted to say forget the magic show, knowing what he could with his hands. She was determined to enjoy every minute of this cruise. She wasn't getting another one any time soon. Will had cashed in some stocks or something to pay for it. She had been both flattered and a little mad he'd done that.
"Now I'm going to have that song going through my mind all night."
"Hopefully, I'm more attractive than Charlie Rich."
She laughed softly. "A little."
"A little, huh?"
"That's all I'll admit to now."
"I'll see what I can pry out of you later."
He ran a fingertip higher along her inner thigh. So high, in fact, she almost pushed it away. She didn't, though. It did feel good in a kind of naughty way. People close by.
He leaned closer, grazing her cheek and ear with a kiss.
"You haven't stopped me."
"I thought about it."
"And what stopped you?"
"I like when you touch me."
"That's not enough?"
"To risk public indecency, it's questionable."
"It feels good."
He chuckled at that. "That's better, Clarice."
She turned her head a little to kiss him.
"Besides," she whispered. "You only live once, right?"
"Yes. So they say anyway."
"And there's nothing wrong with touching me."
He chuckled. "Not yet anyway."
"You'd go that far?"
"Maybe. Right place and time. A few more of these," he said, shaking his tumbler full of whiskey.
"Not tonight, though."
"No," he said, realizing that she was hoping he wouldn't drink too much tonight.
"You look beautiful by the way," he said.
"So do you," she said, laughing a little uncomfortably at the compliment.
"A simple thank you would do. You don't have to lie."
"Not lying. It's true, Will. You are to me."
"I'll take your word then. Thank you."
"And, well then, thank you."
"Now, let's go see some magic."
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